Harris and Inspector Beauvoir watched the dead man being lowered to the ground. At the same time, Chief Inspector Gamache walked over to the living man. Tom Scott.“How are you feeling?”“Sick and cold. Can I go now?”“In a minute.”“I’ve been here for hours.” Tom Scott looked at his watch. “It’s almost ten. I’ve missed breakfast. My wife will kill me.”“Perhaps you should call her.”Scott paused. “That’s okay.”“I insist. I wouldn’t want her to worry.”“I already called. She’s fine.”Seeing Gamache’s face, he said in a small voice, “This is my vacation. I don’t get many. I just want to get back to the Inn.”“Tell me again what happened.”Tom Scott took a deep breath. “I woke up early, and it was a nice day, so I decided to go for a jog. The woman at the front desk said there were paths cut through the woods where I could run. So I did. After about five minutes, I found . . .” He jerked his head toward the now-empty tree.“What did you do?”“I had my cell phone with me, so I called the police.
